One cannot escape air.
But one could possible escape the moment of air between us.
The slits of my skirt,
Cling on me
As though they secretly prematurely
Anticipated something to avoid.
Minutes build to tensions
The tunnel of my thirst,
Is parched and someone,
Breathing is compromised.
You cannot live without air.
You cannot avoid it.
Here is a kind gesture,
Between the life that happens between us,
Air is what we share,
Before I de-appetise you from your cold and forgotten sandwich,
If you could only take two shy steps back,
Away from my cubicle
I could stretch my arms out
Point at your table,
To a sandwich left neglected,
by the gregarious gush of indispensible air.
Your feet will echo my song of mirth,
And the slits of my skirt will free themselves,
And begin to breathe a different kind of air,
I’d watch you retreat
The silhouette and tempo of it,
Would tell me secrets your body fails to hide
And I, in the moment,
Will begin to breathe a
(The journey of folly- Project Journey) 7/11/11